TV show: Versus Battle

You memorized all of his three rounds
That's your main mistake.
After all, if your head was not so much water
Cancer there would not have settled.
And one day you went to the doctor, he asked:
"Well, when I'm cured, will be able to enjoy your life?".
It through the laughter you said: "When cancer at mount whistle".

But you do have a tumor, f**you, you suck,
Every day you get up and like, "Yay, I'm not yet dead!".
Yes, I love these topics, as the children Chikatilo.
Once you swore your bitch in love to the grave,
But she is not impressed.

You long so ugly, fed a giraffe mouth-to-mouth.

But back to battle rap, Oki, my verse foie Gras, your bran.
In my darkness fell, this monster is killed, sitting humbly in any Federal district
Until Blizzard catches Dimock, catch, scolding, do not worry, your style moulded case circuit breaker cheese Dor blue.
Do not worry, catch a scolding. My style overwhelms you like an avalanche weed the wind ruffled his bangs.
Chuy clearly pulls in front of me, che, sherpotrep balby,
You soar so high, but the height of the curb.
My micro loop, your loop on the tree, Yes.

Its our edge - we may be tanks or computers
All modern produce?
No, we generate resentment throughout the country.
And the whole country grievances not export.
Some people will take offense to Glory,
The Orthodox take offense at the Opera.
Our country has long been a utopia,
Which will be envied by Platonov.

We all live in a country where the norm to be a dick.
To believe fortune-tellers and omens, to the strangers in God's power.
All of a sudden believed, but the Bible is hardly ever read.
Mixed up the labels and offended, knights of morality.

You mistook me for your father,
I just pretended to be dead.

Seriously, have you seen their teeth? It's them*I'm not funny.
They're clean, fuck, shotgun?

Look at those *blah in the Duma, *bath shame!
They are getting fat at your expense, even... sitting there.
Those Fuckers will explain to you where to dance. Advise to tighten their belts, and you're soaking in it.
A rope around his neck, and the stool down.
Russia - a generous soul, but you're country proud!

You and your friends will not go to clean up the Winter Palace, is it easier and more convenient with them to thump in the yard.

All deny from all to ask, and the bodies buried under the snow. Russia, the 21st century!

Noise, BL*th!

When God was handing out sense of taste, which listened to Pacemaker.

Do not make yourself an idol - leave it to the professionals.